The road to life has been a winding one.
Hills and valleys, resting to rising suns
From babies cooings to young woman's dreams
Seasoned woman now but my works not done.
Little lost not knowing which road to take
Sometimes no decisions are the best to make
It seems so close but yet so far away
One day I will rest when I am in my grave

I seek solitude but life still seeks me out
My name chimes as clear as a bell
Natures beating drum the beating of my heart
Mystifying me as if I am under a spell
Talking softly heard as loud as a shout
Removing all insecurities and doubt
Touched by the Gods of the Universe
Embracing, no longer feeling cursed

Let go of silly petty things release their hold
Follow the path towards knowing yourself
Don't believe everything your told
Search for peace not strife
Revealing love through your life
Time is short but please don't run
Or you might pass all the fun
Search for spiritual not financial wealth


I hear the beating of the drum
Work here is almost done
I choose the road of the resting sun